The Fisherman's Greatest Catch |Book 2

Chapter 5

Peter

"Can I talk to you about something, Siren?" I asked him. His dark purple eyes met mine, his lips turning into a soft smile. He nodded his head towards me, raising a tanned hand out of the water, motioning for me to speak.

"...What is so bad about humans knowing the mythical world? I feel like I'm in on a secret I shouldn't know." I asked him. He furrowed his eyebrows at my question, bringing his arms up onto the dock. He gazed up at me with a curious look in his eyes.

"Why do you ask?" He muttered to me, his deep voice sending chills straight down my spine. I felt as my face heated up at the question- it wasn't even a strange one... it's just the way he said it. He's been doing that a lot lately. I don't get it.

"I-I met this strange wizard today. He said you might know him. His name is Vincente-"

He suddenly let out a deep laugh, his purple eyes closing as his body shook with amusement. I couldn't help but furrow my eyebrows at his sudden burst of laughter, waiting for him to reply to my question.

″I know Vincente pretty well. He's an old friend of mine... and the kingdom. Sometimes we need warlocks like him to cater to our needs. Although he's not one of the greatest warlocks like Alva Amari or Jaxon Di Angelo... he's very talented.″ He told me. I didn't really know what he was talking about, but, in all honesty, I could sit here and listen to him talk for hours. I don't know if it's because he's a merman, but... his voice is really nice.

"You didn't answer my question.″ I almost said in a whisper. I watched as a smirk began to form on his lips at my statement, his dark purple eyes meeting mine.

″Good things come to those who are patient.″

That's when he began to make me go insane. Crave him.

I didn't ask him again after that.

"Vincente is a man you could trust. Don't be wary of him, even though he is a little strange.″

″Prince Siren, I didn't know you felt that way.″

I could help but jump in fear at the sudden voice. Vincente was staring down at the both of us with a playful smile on his lips, his darker arms crossed again his chest. He flipped the purple hair out of his golden eyes, running his tongue over his bottom lip before he spoke.

″I heard my name being mentioned. It's such a beautiful night out tonight, so... I decided to come to pay a visit.″ He said, sitting down next to me without wasting another second. He leaned back on his arms, the mischievous smile still present on his lips. He still makes me feel uneasy, no matter what Siren says...

″You're always welcome here, Vincente.″

″Good. I wasn't going to ask.″

They began laughing together in harmony. I figured they have known each other for a long time, maybe even Siren's whole life. I was pretty sure that warlocks were hundreds or even thousands of years old. I could be wrong.

″So... the boy's thoughts weren't deceiving me. Tell me, why haven't you wiped his memory?″ Vincente said to him. Siren immediately stopped laughing at the question, his tan skin growing a soft blush. He suddenly broke his gaze away from Vincente... and putting his head down in shame.

"...Is it really that big of a deal?"

″Do we have to discuss this right now? He's right there, Vincente.″ He said, the words barely making it past his lips. Vincente simply let out a soft sigh, breaking his gaze off of Siren. He looked over to me with a sad look in his eyes- his radiant, golden eyes.